In A Cool Solitude Of Trees, Where Leaves And Birds A Music Spin, Mind That Was Weary Is At Ease, New Rhythms In The Soul Begin.
It has been, and continues to be, our responsibility to fill the earth with the light and warmth of hospitality.
No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other.
It feels good to be lost in the right direction